A Friendly Engagement (16 page)

“And that’s all? I would bet money you’d fantasize about more than a kiss.”

A bubble of laughter escaped. “You got me. Afterward he’d carry me to a romantic oasis by the water, he’d give me the most incredible foot massage, and we’d make passionate love on a bed littered with rose petals—in assorted colors.”

“Rose petals?”

“Oh yeah. I’m sure I’m not the only one with this fantasy. If you’re going to do it, you might as well enjoy it with a superhero. Plus, this is my fantasy. I get it the way I want.”

“Nice to know about your superhero, but I revealed a fantasy about
you
. I thought you’d reciprocate.” The teasing quality left his voice, and his eyes darkened as they circled the obvious peaks of her nipples through her bathing suit cover-up.

She swallowed. How the hell could he turn her on with just a few words, or looks? “Who said I don’t think of you as my superhero? After all, you rescued me from painful feet and carried me upstairs…”

…

“To an oasis by the water, complete with massage.” Omar wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. Instead he looked at his feet, uncertainty taking control. What if she rejected him? What if crossing the line in their relationship was something she didn’t want?

Then why the hell are you two talking the way you are?
Every word between them had a sexual undercurrent. Had his lust for her turned him into a bumbling idiot?

Damn. He never lacked confidence, and he wouldn’t start now.

He bit the inside of her arch, and she moaned deep in the back of her throat. The sound ignited his senses, and he shifted to accommodate his hardening cock. He rubbed his hands up her legs. Soft. Silky. Like he’d known they’d feel.

Enough playing.

He dropped her foot and yanked her off the bed until they stood toe to toe, chest to chest.

“I’m a superhero who always goes for what he wants.” He slid his fingers through the thick mass of her hair and then tugged slightly so that she revealed her neck to him.

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and his groin ached with anticipation.

“I like a man who goes after what he wants.”

His laugh slipped out, and he leaned in so close that their lips tingled from the nearness. “You know where this is going to lead, don’t you?”

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispered. Her breath touched his face. Sweet. Hot. Moist.

“I won’t be upside down when I kiss you, but we can work on that for another time in the future.”

“Quit stalling. Make our fantasies a reality before I explode, will ya?”

With her neck still bared to him, her lips slightly parted and moist, and her eyes worshipping him through dark lashes, he grabbed a rose out of the vase and quickly plucked a few petals as best he could with one hand and tossed them on the bed.

Her sexy laughter fueled the fire. The second his lips touched hers, she moaned. The sound filled his mouth and set him on fire. He nipped the edges of her lips, concentrating on that cute mole. Then he worked his way along her jaw, traveling across her cheekbone. When he reached her ear, he flicked his tongue inside the shell. She shivered against him, and he ran his hand down her back, molding their bodies.

She circled her arms around his neck and lifted up on her toes until she found his mouth again. The moment her lips touched his, she whimpered. The sounds she made at the back of her throat turned him on. He pulled back, and this time the little moan she released sounded forlorn, but he wouldn’t be gone long. He trailed his mouth down her chin, her neck, until he found the heavy beat of her pulse at the base of her throat. She tasted of the ocean and sun. So soft. So warm. He tangled his fingers into her hair, tugging until she groaned. The sound forced him back up to her mouth, and he crushed his lips to hers. She opened for him, and he delved his tongue deep inside, taking what he wanted, what she offered, as her body shook against his.

They stumbled backward onto the bed. He landed on top of her, and she purred hungrily, squirming, wrapping her long legs around his middle.

“Omar,” she whispered into his throat. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“If it’s anything like what you do to me, we’re both in trouble.”

Her hips pushed up, grinding into his until he wanted to burst. She rubbed her hands along his back, pulled his shirt from the waistband. Shivers bolted across his skin as she slid her fingertips along the length of his spine, then dug her nails into the flesh between his shoulder blades as she ground her hips against him again.

“You’re driving me insane, woman,” he growled.

“I’m not done yet.” She moved her hips against his, her lips parted, her eyes half mast, her breaths coming in short gasps.

He ran his hands down her sides, and she arched to meet his touch wherever they moved. All her reactions and movements hinted at things to come. A rush of pleasure, heat, and anticipation poured through him.

Oh God. She feels so perfect.

His hands shook as he ran them up and over the material covering her flat belly. He stalled to cup her breast, his muscles tightening when he brushed his thumb over her tight nipple. She bucked against his hand, the mewl from deep in her throat shooting another dose of need through him.

Shit, he wanted her naked. He wanted to touch every inch of her.

Chapter Ten

Omar’s muscles tightened as Devi kneaded his lower back, rubbing her center against his.

She ran the back of her hand along his spine, and the cut of the diamond from their fake engagement ring sensitized his flesh.

Her scant clothing became a barrier he no longer had time for. They needed to be naked. Hell, he wanted to be inside her, but at the same time he savored the buildup. The pleasure they shared was more than he’d imagined. He felt lost beneath the touch of her hands on his body. He wanted her to feel the same.

“I want to feel your skin. Your chest, your muscles.” Her voice shook as she voiced his thoughts. Her lips nipped and licked the skin at his throat.

“Your wish is my command.” His voice came out harsh and raw.

He lifted away slightly and fought his way out of his shirt. She anxiously tugged the material over his head and tossed it to the side. A rush of cool air hit his flesh, and he shook, not sure if it was because he was cold or because Devi was so damn close and hot. He could hardly breathe as they sat on the cusp of what he’d been thinking about nonstop.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down to her, moving her heels up his back, warming his flesh with her calves. She lifted her head at the same time she pulled his down, and their mouths crashed together. Energy pulsed between them, turning into ravaging waves as his tongue plunged inside her warmth and tangled with her own. He cradled her head in his palm, splaying his fingers in the thick mass of her hair.

“You taste like vanilla and peppermint,” he said against her lips.

“You taste like sex.” Her voice shook. “You feel so good against me.”

“Your turn to strip down.” He pulled back, reveling in the groan of displeasure she made when he broke their connection. He rolled to the side, taking her with him until she lay on top. He needed to get her naked. To feel her.

She scooted up and off him, then straddled his center. Their eyes locked. His hands trembled as he cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She closed her eyes and her head fell back. Her legs squeezed his waist and she squirmed, grinding her hips into his growing, hardening length.

“I need you naked.” Omar pulled her bathing suit cover-up over her head, not caring where it landed. He slid his hands up her arms, looped his thumbs underneath the shoulder straps of her suit, and slid them down. She licked her lips, her eyelids heavy.

“You’re so damn sexy.” He worshipped her with his words.

“Not half as sexy as you.”

She wiggled her shoulders to help him get the suit off. The material fell away from her breasts and bunched at her waist.

“You’re beautiful.” He tentatively touched one perfect breast, lifting himself off the bed to flick his tongue over her nipple. He took it in his mouth, savoring her taste and the way her flesh peaked against his tongue.

“Oh, Omar.” Devi’s voice shook, her head fell back again. Her long hair tickled the flesh of his leg as she moved her hips over his cock, igniting his need further.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, splaying his fingers across her back. Her flesh rippled against his hands, and he smoothed his palms across her skin. He flicked his tongue out again, loving her soft moan, the little squeal she made when he nipped her hardened peaks. A hum worked over his flesh and filled his already throbbing cock.

“I thought we were going to get naked?” Her voice came out deep, husky, and sent a new shot of arousal through him.

He pulled her down and took her mouth. “You taste as good as I knew you would,” he said against her lips.

Omar lifted her gently and rolled her onto her back, peeling the rest of the suit over her smooth hips, down the length of her never-ending legs, and from there she shook her feet until the material hit the floor with a
swoosh
. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, drinking in the beauty of the runway of hair between her thighs. Anticipation filled him as he slid his fingers across her flesh. Her breaths came in short pants, and she bowed her hips toward him, inviting him with her body and her eyes.

“A tattoo?” He fingered the tiny rainbow to the right of her hairline.

“One of four.”

“Four? Where are the others?” He shifted back, drinking in her length.

“You’ll have to discover them. One. At. A. Time.”

He groaned.

“Until then, feel free to taste the rainbow.” She chuckled, the sensuous sound full of promises.

“I will.” Sex and humor. He couldn’t think of a hotter combination in a woman. A new determination to always make her laugh and smile filled him.
And moan. Don’t forget to always make her moan
.

She trembled as his fingers burned a trail from her belly button to the curls between her thighs. He cupped her mound, and she shifted her hips, parting her legs until he slid his palm over her sex. Warm. Moist. He could smell her arousal. He moved his fingers between her legs, separating her folds, holding her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with approval before she arched her neck, her back, and purred softly.

He enjoyed the way she came to life beneath his hands. How she lifted to meet his fingers. The way her breathing matched the pace of his fingers as he slid one deep inside, then another. He kissed her hip bone, licking a path to the crease of her thigh, working his way toward her runway as she squirmed, tangling her fingers in his hair.

The heat of her flesh scorched his lips, his tongue. He laved attention on the colorful tattoo, sucking and nipping as she quivered. He tasted every delectable inch of her. And he still wanted more.

Omar slid another finger deep between her velvet folds. She lifted her hips, and her soft moan reeled around him. His cock thickened, and he adjusted his position as his shorts grew uncomfortably tight. He needed to get them off, but he couldn’t take his attention from Devi. From hearing her gasps of pleasure, to the way her body reacted to his touch.

He moved between her thighs, pushing her legs farther apart. He licked and stroked her folds. The wanton, erotic sounds coming from the back of her throat encouraged him. His cock responded forcefully as she moved her hips to match the thrust of his tongue and fingers. She lifted to meet his demand, and he took her hardened clit between his lips, sucking and licking until she screamed out.

“Omar.”

He loved hearing her say his name. The passion in her voice. He inserted his middle finger as far as he could and crooked the end against her vaginal wall until he found the G-spot. The moment his finger moved across the area, she tensed, sucked in a gasp of air, and then groaned in pleasure.

“Oh-o-oohh. M-my. Gawd.”

He slowly added one finger at a time. Slow and fast, hard and soft. He continued to use his tongue along with his fingers to keep her on the brink. Giving just enough, but not going all the way. He wanted to save that for when his cock was buried deep inside her.

Devi’s breaths came in frantic pants. Her hands moved from his head to the bedspread, where she gripped the material with white-knuckle intensity as she writhed beneath him. Her fingers clenched the comforter as she lifted the lower half of her body to meet his fingers and tongue. He possessed her, alternating the pressure against her nub with his tongue, then his thumb. She squirmed, her body tightened, and she tossed her head from side to side, growing wetter with each move. He sucked and licked her folds greedily, paying special attention to her clit as he pushed his fingers deeper.

Her legs spread further and quivered as her body shook, her hips lifted. He kneaded the flesh of her inner thighs as he pushed her to the brink with his tongue.

“N-no. I want to come when you’re inside me.” Devi stiffened, pushing her knees together to stop her trembling flesh and his actions. She scooted away from him and sat up. “You have me at a disadvantage, O. Get naked.”

Her steamy words had him throbbing, aching as he stood away from the bed.

She pulled him toward her, then pushed him onto his back. He lifted his hips as she unfastened his shorts and slid them down the length of his legs with quick precision.

She cupped his bulge. “Mmm, boxer briefs. Nothing shows off your manhood better.”

Devi leaned in and rubbed her cheek against his cock. It twitched and ached to be free. She ran her hand over his hardness, squeezing the spot where his balls met his length. She trailed a path of kisses and nips along his swollen shaft. The sensation of her mouth over the material of his boxers sent a new level of awareness through him. Blood thundered into his ears. He felt on the edge of exploding.

“I need to see you.” She hooked her finger at the waistband and tugged down until his cock sprang free. “Now that
is
amazing, Super O.” She kissed the tip, and his head hit the bed with a groan.